Novel & Cerita Maya Garcia

Yaya is a stupid name. *** Woke up early and got ready for work wearing my black pencil skirt and white blouse tucked in, as well as my black heels then added light make up and tying my hair into a bun, I was ready to run the day. "Morning Miss Raina." Maya greeted me in the most sincere way. "Morning Maya." I smiled walking into the kitchen sitting on the kitchen island stools. Maya is in her late forties, she occasionally takes care of the twins when I'm busy or when Angelo is busy. She is very nice and friendly and her advises are always the best.

Watching him, I couldn't help but wonder how Maya had kept up with Zayne. And there was a goal, jumping up from my stand; I had no regrets about being this mad in a game I didn't understand fully. A woman tapped me from behind, and when I turned, I was surprised to see a Caribbean woman and a little brown girl at her side with thick curly hair. When Mia turned to see the girl, I saw her eyes harden, and she narrowed it away from the poor girl who seemed to expect it. "You are Matteo's mother, First Lady. It's a pleasure finally meeting you," she smiled.

He’s fought for the freedom of his people, and it shows. Then there’s Maeve. Witch-bear shifter hybrid. Loud, opinionated, and unfiltered. Tied to Hecate and Artio, the Celtic bear goddess. She’s not as skilled with weapons, but her magic is something else. She's the best at channeling our Throne powers—especially the heat blasts. Oh, yeah. We’ve got powers now. We can channel searing heat through our hands—hot enough to melt diamonds. We can lob those blasts like projectiles. We’ve got minor healing skills, teleportation over short distances, and a lot of raw energy humming under our skin.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

Maya reciprocated the smile, her steps languid as she descended the stairs. "I am Eviana, Dante's childhood friend and his first-ever girlfriend," she beamed, drawing Maya into a hug. Maya shot a glance towards Dante, who responded with a shake of his head. She shifted her gaze back to sparkling Eviana. Her golden locks echoed her radiant personality. Her green eyes "Maya," she replied, gently stepping away from the hug. "I know, Katty told me about you" Eviana responded, smiling. Maya's smile faltered at the mention of Mrs. Martinez.

"And the answer is still NO! I have let you on your own for years already, now that I am back, I will never let you out of my sight! Especially that a threat is attached to you!" I almost wanted to slap her but I restrained myself from doing so. I am so sick of people calling me a "human" as if they aren't and looking down on me. First, Alicia, and now, his mother? Honestly? How many women do I have to fight off just to be with Cyrus Steele? "Celene, watch your words! Carmela is not a threat to me or to anyone, she is my woman!" I looked up at Cyrus who is now standing next to me as his arm snaked around my waist.

A glowing screen appeared in the air between them. Maya saw a video. It was a version of Maya. She was sitting in a chair in a dark office. She looked tired and cold. In the video Maya picked up a pen. Signed a paper. The name on the paper was Maya Benson. Below it her job title said: Chief Architect of Neural Entertainment.

"I'm not trying to destroy anything." "Then what are you trying to do?" Alex opened her mouth. Closed it. Tried to find words that made sense. The door opened. Maya walked in. Of course. Of course she did. "Oh!" Maya's eyebrows rose. "Sorry. I was looking for the bathroom and got turned around." Her eyes darted between Alex and Emma. Taking in the tension. The scattered papers. The late hour. "You're still working?" "Yes," Alex said stiffly. "Maya, this is Emma Parker, my second chair. Emma, Maya Torres. She's... a friend. From New York."

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.